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The Parisian Encounter

Amidst a silent dance of busy people
monochromatic fog hugs the morning air
I approach a mighty rainbow of stone- a man walks out of time
I can't see him but I feel his familiar shadow grow larger
as I go to the payphone growing out of the stone edifice
who is it? I already know the answer but the memory escapes me
without a word, the other end of the line hangs up with a knowing nod
the cold black plastic earpiece bites my hand as I let it droop
I'm alone now, never to know what happened here

A lonely phone slowly swings in the haze of an empty monument